The void next to his pile of nightclothes is now packed with knickers and vests, socks and tights. He fearfully pears in as his mother removes a pair of knickers, a vest and a pair of socks. “When you’ve changed, I want you in the kitchen doing your homework where I can keep an eye on you.” she tells him as she leaves. “Can you neatly fold your boy clothes and bring them down with you, and don’t forget your shoes.” she adds, glancing at his Mary Jane’s before leaving with his school shoes.
Over the course of the next ten minutes, his mother repeatedly shouts up the stairs, telling him to get a move on. Eventually he appears in the kitchen where his mother is peeling potatoes. He sheepishly hides his lower half by standing close to the dining table, but his mother wants to see him. “Come on… I want to see how you look.”